As I mentioned before, we are co-sleeping parents. For my oldest, that turned into bed sharing. She has slept between us in our bed, besides a short stint last summer, since she was 6 months old. She will be three this month.
As much as I love cuddle buggin’ her, our queen size bed recently started getting a little tight. We would ask her if she wanted to sleep in her own bed, she would say no, and that would be that.
A couple nights ago, as we were going to sleep, she was pushing on both of us, stating that her spot was not big enough, to which we replied “well, you would have a bigger spot if you would sleep in your own bed.” She told us that she didn’t want to be in a different room, so, taking advice from some other momma’s, I suggested putting her bed in our room. To my surprise, she actually loved this idea.
The next day, we moved her bed into our room, and for two nights now she has been happily sleeping in it. Last night, when I got her all tucked in she said “Mommy, this bed fits me just right.” Huh, imagine that…
So, what started as co-sleeping, and turned into bed-sharing, is now back to co-sleeping. I know the next step will be moving into her own room, which weirdly enough makes me a little sad. It may be my anxiety speaking, but there is something I really enjoy about waking up and seeing her peaceful sleeping face.
Either way, it makes me so proud that this is something that she is doing on her own. I told her that last night before she went to sleep, and the smile she got on her face was reassurance that I might just be doing this parenting thing okay.
P.S. Her brother, who has been sleeping in his crib, in his room, since he was 6 months old, ended up in bed between my husband and me in the middle of the night last night. Luckily we are both on the same page in knowing that some day we will have more than enough time just the two of us, so for now we are just soaking them in.